Thursday, June 30, 2016

Three floated from the landing capsule, drifting through purpureal mists
interwoven among the jagged spires of razor-glistening ice and rock.
Rippling vibrations swept the air, resonance deep in the hollows of our chests,

a sonic siren pulling at wants and dreams,
a droning pathway leading us eagerly toward the source.

Tubal formations with hollow cores provided passage into the deep,
and as we left the surface behind, our hungers only flourished,
enticement swelling with the tides of undulating atmosphere.

Darkness soon gave way to the warmth of blissful auras,
greens beaming in gleaming mists, revealing the walls around us,
crimson stone encasing the fluorescence of crystal essence.

As we descended, a madness overtook us;
greed and a need for the source thrust conflict upon us,
and as we clawed and screamed, I was overcome, my body flung—
for a time, I floated in darkness.

while tendrils from its probing appendage
intertwined with my neural pathways,
I soon recognized my place.

Always,
we work for the hive throughout the endless tubal complex,
harvesting the essence of nectar from the undying crystals,

always returning to feed the source;
always, for a master purpose I do not know,
and one I shall never dare to question.

- - - Wesley D. Gray is a writer, an author of fiction, and a poet. When he isn’t writing, Wesley enjoys a wide variety of geeky activities, but mostly, tabletop gaming with family and friends. He resides in Florida with his wife and two children.